How I adore my friend Becca. (Note to other friends reading this: I adore you, too. Don't ever move away. Unless you already have. Like Anita, whose move I still have not recovered from. If you've already gone (like Anita), I must ask you to come back.) Becca left me for the city of Chicago. Okay... to be fair, she actually left me for her now-husband (who could - technically - count as another friend who left me....), who LIVES in the city of Chicago. Fine. To be completely forthcoming, his ENTIRE family also lives there. Still....
She left, and now I miss her. All of the time. Sure, I KNOW that there are such things as phones, and emails, but it's not quite the same. Actually, it's not at all the same. I miss deciding to see a film and ducking out to see it that very night. I miss mornings at St. Vinny's, and evenings in one of our apartments. I miss shopping, and dining, and laughing hysterically over things that make sense only to us. I miss being near her vitality. I miss her.
Fortunately for me, Chicago is still close enough to drive to (and back) in one day. This gives me a feeling of security. If times ever grow DESPERATE, I can hop in the car for my "Becca fix." For now, I think I'll just stock up on Becca in advance.
For your enjoyment, a memento from (C is for) Chicago, February 24:
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